Ive said so many times. Because she loved him. Over and over like an excuse for my radical behavior. I am the mess you made of clay Father!!! I am wicked and sick and torn to pieces from beautiful handicap. But I still love. Because I Love Him. Because she loved him... no words went undone and the battles forged seemed worthy of a saint! Hmmmmmn hush. Dont cry. Before the way I loved him, she loved him.Little boy on her back... birthday soon enough. Forty-two...soon enough and all I wish is for Christs return. The world is a mess Mary... Because she loved Him.